Life
A friend never comes from the people of this world,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
A friend never comes from the people of this world,They can never bear hardship for a friend's sake.For a friend they can't give up their sea of pleasures,Those people are friends only in good days!If any harm should reach them for a friend's sake,They forget what loyalty is, what faithfulness is.When summer and spring flash through your life,“The people of love” strut about beside you.When autumn comes and a breath of winter arrives,They all vanish like fallen leaves.Not a single hand will be found to hold yours,Should you suddenly slip and fall.Who is a friend? If in you there is some pain,If he suddenly senses some torment in you;(In fact, know that one who is called a friendAlways knows your state before you tell him!Before you tell the story of your pain,Before bloody tears flow from your eyes —Whoever is unaware of you, at any time,It is wrong to call him a friend, my kinsman!)In short, if one who says “I'm your friend” should senseThat you have some pain, some torment,He forgets all rest and comfort completely,Until he finds a cure for your pain and ache.He joins night to dawn, and days to dusk,Knowing no rest, he runs and rushes about.Until he solves your difficulty,He will roam over mountains and deserts.He suffers sorrow from your torment,He breathes along with your grief.Your illness will not let him sleep,Without you he sees this world as a cage.For your joy he swallows blood with a smile,For your health he would sacrifice his life.Happy in the presence of your face,He never forgoes your talk or your silence.If those who say “I'm your friend” are not like this,Friendship is a whim fit only for children.Those who puff out their chests with lofty wordsSimply fly on nothing but words.And if you yourself do not understand friendship,Don't fall for false feelings and whims.If you can't keep the mirror of your heart clean,Don't embrace anyone, whispering “friend.”Friendship is a field for brave men,Not a playground for flighty teenagers.Friendship is a book full of secrets,Not the sighs and moans of false lovers.People whom the world drags along in chains —How could they be friends, O mankind!Base ones who sold their freedom for pleasureCannot raise the building of loyalty!Akrom MALIK
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